My relationship with him isn't very good, we're actually enemies who hate each other tho we never get into physical fights. It's just giving dirty look and glares at a times. We're high school students and happened to be in the same class as well, literally every year since we were in kindergarten.

Though there's some guys in my class who always pick a fight with him, they're bullies. One day They asked him to steal precious things from students locker and he declined, so he end up getting hurt. His corner of lips is bleeding and several punched on cheeks, also some kicks on stomach. They were four and he was alone.

Instead of going home he comes to my house, standing outside of the door, ringing doorbell. It's right after school end. The sun already set. He said he don't want to go home since he don't want his mom to ask so many questions and going to friends place will be hassle.

I opened the door, i saw his face covered in bruises and winces. My parents aren't home cause they're out for few days.

"You !!! What the hell- what are you doing here ? " I said, examine his bruises face. The vulnerability in his eyes is asking for help, i can't help but feel bad for him.

They both are men